Skye was standing in a green
field, a meadow of flowers as far as the eye could see. A line of trees
blanketed the outer edges and straight ahead was a vast openness with a figure
in the distance…a man?
She picked up one foot in an
effort to move forward and it felt slow and heavy while the fragrance of the
wildflowers was so thick and so strong she could taste it in the back of her
mouth. The figure ahead was calling her, saying… something. She couldn’t hear what
was being said and tried to move faster. “I can’t hear you!” She called out but her voice came out muffled
and slow.
He kept speaking, his arms up
waving at her over his head. Trying to get her attention
“Is he smiling?” she thought,
but he was still what seemed like miles away.
“I’m coming!” she yelled with
disorientation surrounding her and tried to force her feet to run but they felt
so very heavy and it took a lot effort to lift them. His form seemed to fill
out some more as she got closer and he continued to speak to her even though
she couldn’t hear any sound coming from him and yet it seemed important for her
to get to him. Off in the distance she could hear wolves howling, their voices
deep and melodic and in between their long howls she could hear and feel the
air pressure shift reminding her of a rhythmic and steady beat of wings.
All around her she could hear
these sounds but not the man; she could still not hear his voice.
Skye’s pace would not pick up and
she knew she wasn’t going fast enough. She continued to push herself forward by
her sheer force of curiosity and the sense of familiarity; the harder she
pushed herself the more her motions began to speed up. She struggled at first,
and then time clicked shifting into motion until it moved past normal, speeding
up more and more until she was running full speed ahead and she moved towards
him. She felt like she was flying not feeling a thing as her feet hit the soft
grass and the flowers whipped at her legs. With a last push, she stretched her
arms out towards him. She was almost touching him, she was so close but his
face was blurred. Every step got her closer and his face cleared, she could see
him now and knew exactly who he was.
Her heart almost beat out of
her chest.
It was the man she loved more
than anything, more than her life itself. Everything he was standing before her
told her it was him, it was Deacon… and he did not look happy. Fear and anger
lines his face, he looked scared and she still couldn’t hear any sound from him.
She was almost there, her feet flying over the grass and right before she
touched him, wanting so badly to put her arms around him never to let go, she
looked into his face and saw how terrified he looked…her blood went cold and
then…he disappeared. Skye could stop the momentum carrying her forward and ran
right through where he had been standing. She stumbled as she tried to turn
around tripping over her feet in the process but stayed standing. Her heart
stopped and her fear gripped her completely while turned around in frantic
circles. “Deacon!!” she screamed breathlessly, “Deacon! Where are you?”
Skye started to panic and the
wolves howled louder. Their voices seemed closer to her now but she didn’t
care. Tears were streaming down her face and she tried to blink them away.
There was no winning that one so put her hands over her eyes and cried. Great
sobs coming from her, her voice echoing over the empty space. The wings
continued to beat in the distance and she never heard the wolves’ paws through
the grass coming towards her before and then it all went silent. When she dropped
her hands and opened her eyes… Cyrus was standing in front of her his voice as
loud as an air horn.
“Mom… Wake up!”
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